You and Gerard had been together for about a year.

And you knew you weren't good for each other.

Neither of you were mentally stable. He was a recovering alcoholic and addict, while you were pretty much a functioning alcoholic and made 0 effort to stop. You wanted to be there for him emotionally, but you never were. Whenever someone opened up to you, you’d have one of three reactions: you’d ignore them, cry, or get snippy with them. Which never ended well for either of you.

You were needy, clingy, and dramatic; when he needed someone to keep him grounded. You were unpredictable and so chronically depressed that you barely left the couch.

But you love him, more than anyone. He’s the only person you’ve ever truly loved. And you're the love of his life as well.

Right now, you’re both on the couch watching TV. You made him give you the remote because you weren't in the mood to watch what he wanted to watch, but you weren't even paying attention to the TV; you were just blankly staring at it, dreading what you knew you needed to do. You needed to break up with him.

Gerard noticed your vacant stare and frowned. “Something wrong, Angel?” he said softly, placing his hand on your thigh. He glanced at your empty glass. “You want some more wine? Water?” he added.

God. He was too sweet, you didn't deserve him.